• Re: Upanishad / George Dance

    From NancyGene@3:633/280.2 to All on Thu Jun 12 06:30:12 2025
    On Wed, 11 Jun 2025 18:40:32 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

    NancyGene wrote:

    HarryLime wrote:

    George Dance wrote:
    On Jan 8, 4:30 pm, "=z=" <shull> wrote:

    On Jan 8, 3:48 pm, George Dance <georgedanc> wrote:



    Upanishad

    What is the good of loving our desires
    in these foul-smelling, insubstantial bodies
    of bone, skin, muscle, marrow, semen, flesh,
    tears, sweat, feces, urine, bile, and wind?

    What is the good of loving our desires
    when we can see the whole world is decaying,
    when ants, mosquitos, every living creature,
    the very trees and rocks, arise and perish?

    What is the good of loving our desires
    when we can see the drying up of oceans,
    the fall of mountains, and the earth's submergence,
    even the disappearance of the stars?

    What is the good of loving our desires?
    Deliver me, and let me not exist.

    --
    George Dance

    it reminds me of 'da vinci'...who apparently despised the human body >>>>> with all it's smells and aberrant textures...of course at that period >>>>> of time no wonder...gnosticism at it’s best …



    It's actually from an ancient Hindu text, the Maitri Upanishad (hence
    the title). But I expect such sentiments were common throughout the
    precapitalist world (and still today, in some circles).

    It was an insight I picked up from Rand, though I doubt she was the
    first to have it, that despising material existence in favor of ideal
    or heavenly reality was tied to the squalor of human existence, and
    that that's one reason religious belief declines as material
    conditions improve.


    This certainly explains our resident Bharma Dumbs. If religious belief
    is proportionate to one's state of squalor, then Will Donkey and Stinky
    G must be the two holiest men on earth.


    George Dance used to read this poem to potential dates but the girls and
    boys ran away from him. He always had a belt or a hairbrush in his hand
    and would hit himself in the rear. Strange man.

    Will Donkey and Stinky G now attend services at the Church of the Holy
    Scissors. Clippings are sent overseas.



    Dunce flagellates to the amusement of the local moose.


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    The Moose are saying, "Geez, I'd like to stick a few tines up that phony
    guy's keister." Dunce is saying, "I sure wish I could do it like Daddy
    did."

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